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Growing UP a Baptist Preacher’s kid in Germantown, Ohio I couldn’t count the times I heard the Doxology sung.

I realized just the other day that I haven’t heard it in decades.  I’m reading a book set in 1852, and the sing it in the story.

Honestly, the last time may have been when either John Calhoun or possibly John Helton was leading the singing at FBC Germantown.

When it was FBC Germantown.

Things change.

The song disappeared.

I’ve been a Baptist since the Cradle Roll, and heard it all my life growing UP, but in the last 40 years, I don’t think I’ve heard it once.

Of course, it coming to my mind took said mind on a road trip to find out not where it went – I think times change, people die off, traditions alter – but from whence it came.

We sang it in every Sunday morning worship service as the closing song of the music portion just before Daddy preached.

It was prayerful, solemn, sacred.

We sang:

Praise God from Whom All Blessings Flow

Praise Him all creatures here below

Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost

And that’s all we sang.

But, that’s not the whole song.

There’s more, much, much more.

Written in 1674 by Thomas Ken, an Anglican Clergyman, the hymn is entitled “Awake, My Soul, and With the Sun.”  He was appointed chaplain to Princess Mary, later Queen Mary II of England by her uncle, King Charles II.

Thomas Ken

The tune we used is that of “The Old 100th”, a different song based on the 100th Psalm.  It was written at a time when church leaders felt the Bible should be sung in church to help people learn what it says.

Not a bad idea.

But, we don’t sing it any longer.

Sure, sure, there are tons of new songs based on Bible verses, and I like them as well.

I just miss the tradition.

The entire song is provided below.  I never heard anyone sing any part of it except the last verse.

I realize that this post may not resonate with many who check in with me every day, and that’s OK. This one’s for me, and Linda, and Sunny, and Marie, and Diane, and Barb, and Kande, and Jack, and my siblings, and a few others who might get it. Or who might remember a time when that last verse was a part of our youth, our growing UP, our foundation, our praise, and our history.

I miss it.


Awake, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.

Thy precious time misspent, redeem,
Each present day thy last esteem,
Improve thy talent with due care;
For the great day thyself prepare.

By influence of the Light divine
Let thy own light to others shine.
Reflect all Heaven’s propitious ways
In ardent love, and cheerful praise.

In conversation be sincere;
Keep conscience as the noontide clear;
Think how all seeing God thy ways
And all thy secret thoughts surveys.

Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part,
Who all night long unwearied sing
High praise to the eternal King.

All praise to Thee, who safe has kept
And hast refreshed me while I slept
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake
I may of endless light partake.

Heav’n is, dear Lord, where’er Thou art,
O never then from me depart;
For to my soul ’tis hell to be
But for one moment void of Thee.

Lord, I my vows to Thee renew;
Disperse my sins as morning dew.
Guard my first springs of thought and will,
And with Thyself my spirit fill.

Direct, control, suggest, this day,
All I design, or do, or say,
That all my powers, with all their might,
In Thy sole glory may unite.

I would not wake nor rise again
And Heaven itself I would disdain,
Wert Thou not there to be enjoyed,
And I in hymns to be employed.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Dream Analysis

“I forgot to tell you I had a dream last week.”

“Oh,” he said “what was it about.”

“Well,” she replied “it was really scary; I dreamt I had Alzheimer’s.”

“Wait a minute; you forgot to tell me you dreamed you had Alzheimer’s?”

Old couple

“Who are you calling?”

“I’m calling your doctor!”

It’s A Corker!

Vikki Claflin has knocked it out of the park (or should I say “coaxed the genie out of the bottle”).


Her new book, Who Left the Cork Out of My Lunch? is a self-help book for the humor-impaired. You’ll laugh yourself into a good mood while you learn life’s lessons.

Who Left The Cork Out of My Lunch

For once in my life I was lucky (and honored) enough to get a pre-release copy of Vikki’s latest.

It’s funny folks!  It’s release date is February 14, 2016, but you can pre-order today at…Amazon!

…you won’t be disappointed, her first book, Shake, Rattle, and Roll With it, Living & Laughing with Parkinson’s is loads of fun as well.

Shake Rattle.

And if that’s not enough (and I doubt it will be) you can follow her blog here!


There Is No Good Time…

I lost a childhood friend Sunday Evening.

Randy Benson, whom I’ve known since the first grade lost his battle with Cancer.

It was a valiant fight, but always wise, he knew when he was beaten.

It’s not fair, this loss.

There were too many who loved him, too many who cared, and too many who needed him.

Always ready to help, plan, and enjoy, Randy leaves a wonderful wife, Vicki and a town full of friends.

The Class of 1970 will never be the same.

As I sit here trying to write something that will comfort those who knew and loved him, I’m at a loss for words. And my heart hurts.

He was a good friend, a good guy, and I’ll always remember him this way…Little Dave, RB, and Me May 1970

…and I’ll know, there is no good time to lose a friend.